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that night, they’re flying in from London and Milan.” It sounded like fun to him. And he would have agreed to meet her on a subway platform, with or without food.
    “Sounds good,” he confirmed, and she told him where to meet her on Thursday night, and said she’d call if anything changed. And then he thought of something he needed to know urgently. “What’s your name?”
    “Jenny Arden. You can call me at Vogue if anything changes. I have a pager, but I only use it for work.” She never gave the number out.
    “I won’t call, Jenny Arden. See you Thursday night. Have fun on your shoot this weekend.”
    They both paid for their gas, and she opened the door to the truck and got in. “It’s kind of funny we should meet like this,” she said thoughtfully as she looked at him, and he wanted to say it was something to tell their grandchildren, but he didn’t dare.
    “No big deal. I’ve just been following you for two months,” he said with a boyish grin, and she laughed.
    “See you Thursday,” she said, and waved at him as she drove away in the snow. Bill was smiling all the way to Boston, and he could hardly wait to see her again. He felt like destiny had been very, very kind.

    Their date the following week was typical of Jenny’s life while she worked for Vogue . Everything was moving slowly on the shoot. One of the models was sick, and the photographer had a temper tantrum. She didn’t get a dinner break till after midnight, and by then the Chinese restaurant was closed. Bill stood by patiently, and they went to Burger King for twenty minutes instead. He was fascinated by what she did, and stuck around for another hour, watching what happened on the set. He was impressed by how efficient she was. She had everything in control. He left around one-thirty in the morning, and when he called her the next day, to see how it went, she said they’d been there till four A.M . She said they worked all night sometimes, and as she and Bill got to know each other better, she explained that it accounted for the fact that she had no life except her work, but she didn’t seem to mind.
    They dated haphazardly for the next few months, and they had a great time together. All other women paled by comparison, and he found he was learning everything he had never needed to know about the fashion world. But she made it interesting for him. And eventually, he admitted to her how little he enjoyed his own work.
    “Isn’t there something you can do related to the law that would be more fun?” she asked sympathetically.
    “Not in my father’s firm. They’re the best tax lawyers in New York. I thought I’d like to be a litigator at one point, or do criminal law, but my father would never forgive me if I left the firm. And it must be me—my brothers love what they do. I do as much pro bono work as I can, with the indigent, and the ACLU, and through the courts, but my father isn’t too thrilled with that either.” Bill was twoyears older than Jenny, but she seemed so sure about what she wanted to do, and was on her path. Most of the time he felt lost in the woods and off course. It embarrassed him to be so much less certain than she. She loved everything about her work, even the long hours and crazy situations she handled every day. None of it bothered her, and she enjoyed the challenge.
    They’d been dating for two months, when he decided to take a theology class at Columbia. It was something he had always wanted to do. He didn’t tell his father or brothers, but he told Jenny, and she thought it was a great idea. She was always encouraging and open to new ideas, and he admired that about her. In fact, he was crazy about her, and six months after they started dating, he was head over heels in love, and she admitted she was too. They had no plans to do anything about it—they just reveled in the time they spent together. And when he finished the theology class, he signed up for three more. He was taking them at night,